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My first teaching abstract art class! It was fun. I think they had fun too. some apprehension at first with a few but then a lot added their artistic touch to the painting. Awesome! Much joy in my heart. It was worth the effort. I had to take a bus and walk some. 🙂 happiness

Broken back, Broken dreams broken life it seems never know there was pain until it comes it hits you like standing in the rain and leaves many ideas undone oh shit, what will we become? Doctors, doctors percocet, darvacet, vicadin doctors don’t want you to feel pain pain goes away ready to come back anyday ready, ready for more pills don’t worry their not making me ill broken back, broken dreams kids and house still need to be cleaned we still have some hope while were creeping to cope with pain and doctors and fear of a operation nothing, nothing done except pop those pills, two needed now not one all of a sudden broken back, broken dreams lost of hope it seems no insurance is thrown into the beams percocet, darvocet, vicadin numbing, numbing is slowly making me insane had to learn to mow the lawn slow down while I hold your arm slow down everything even my dreams of success and good times Instead I listened to your whines screams and cry asking for the end of your life asking you to use more pills so you can try to help our family survive Broken back, broken dreams lost of three years it seems finally insurance kicks in start with the doctors, doctors again appointments, drugs, therapy and shots all not helping the pain in that spot vacations taken with wheelchairs and with lots and lots of care in hopes of smiling and having fun because the kids still depend on mom to run as we live on with thoughts of surgery to be done as I birth a son failure and finances hit us hard now we have to get humble and push the “parent card’ ask for help, need to get out, not enough to eat, need to retreat just to find my parents are crumbled and doesn’t want our family they just want to “be” sent away humbled and weak moved in with friends broken back, broken life broken is this wife in this one room we were in finally picked up out of poverty hooked up the family just to gear up for lost of money, hardship then back surgery broken back, broken dreams light and hope are just in sight it seems with more doctors and more pills everything is extreme Now time for surgery. Horrible thoughts come to me when you were in surgery thoughts of death and being a widow at thirty-three or, if you lost all your abilities Then, the doctors come in and say with a grin “everything was good” –knock on wood Ha! Triumph and blessings! Ready for therapy. Slowly, slowly everything is moved Now he can put on his shoes! Time for the mattress to get out the living room ready to walk, ready to run, ready to have some fun vacation is just what needs to be done Family, family, family reunion party drink and play, getting enlightened everyday every minute and hour we stay is costing his job away Your fired have a nice day is the words that play when we got back home, now time to cry and moan we didn’t expect all of this, where is bliss? broken back, broken dreams there is hope it seems Great, now time for a horrible economy, not enough money Being kicked out, not wanting to scream or shout Money isn’t all for me–but just to feed my family? when we were just getting ahead? No one to help us instead failing, falling and poverty leaves me here with my poetry writing it down saying it aloud wanting to win hoping to have dreams again.